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Hannah's POV

"Good morning, Inquisitor Lightwood and Consul Penhallow. Welcome to the Los Angeles Institute. Would you like to see the prisoner immediately?"

Prisoner. Did Jonnie really count as a prisoner? I guess he would, right? Anyways.

"Yes, please, Arthur. It is most worrying, this situation. What information have you gathered from him so far?"

We were heading towards the basement now and I could hear the anxiety in Jia Penhallow' voice.

"Well, mostly about how he came back to life. He just woke up one day with a mission implanted in his brain. Something about saving the Elementals and everything."

Suddenly I was walking alone. I stopped and turned around. The Consul and the Inquisitor had stopped, and I could almost imagine the flabbergasted expressions on their faces. Except I couldn't because I didn't know what a face looked like. I probably would have laughed if I hadn't been on an undercover mission. But I was, so I just about managed to keep a straight face.

"The Elementals?"

Well, yes, that's what I said. Obviously unable to roll my eyes in my situation, I settled for a nod.

"Well. This is very interesting. Did you ask him about anything else?"

"No, Madam Consul. It was just a pre-interrogatory encounter and Maryse and I simply wanted to understand what we were dealing with a little more. It was our judgement that no one was in eminent danger and so there was no need to inquire further. I hope we have not done anything which you have not wished?"

Thank and praise the high heavens that I had had loads of practice talking this formally. A queen must always know the appropriate language, which just so happened to be the most boring way of speaking.

"No, no, Arthur, you did exactly as was expected. Is this the room?"

We had reached Jonnie's holding room and had stopped outside.

"Yes, Madam Consul. Would you like me to take my leave now?"

Jia glanced at Robert for a second.

"Yes, please, Arthur if you don't mind. It's just, this matter is so important I feel that I and the Inquisitor should look into it ourselves."

Damn it. I needed to know what was happening.

"That's fine, Consul, Inquisitor. As soon as you are finished I shall call a meeting with everyone and you can give them their instructions."

With that, I opened the door for the Inquisitor and the Consul to go through.

I walked upstairs, trying to come up with a plan on what to do next.

As fast and as stealthily as I could, I walked to my- Arthur's office and shut the door behind me. Then, focusing on the room next to Jonnie's holding room, I imagined myself there, and slowly the familiar feeling of transporting came to me but not before I heard a sharp knock at the door.

"Arthur?" It was Clary's voice.

I tried to will away the strange and uncomfortable feeling of my body disappearing, but it was too late. I was already in the basement.

Trying to clear my head, I shook it, and quickly set to work on the wall between the interrogation and me. Suddenly I could hear voices and knew the charm had worked. It was a listening spell; good for spying.

"… happened after your supposed death by heavenly fire?"

Inquisitor Lightwood sounded so intimidating that I almost wanted to go in there and tell him the whole story. But Jonnie didn't seem affected whatsoever. In fact, he seemed to have puffed out his chest and taken on a bit of a defiant air. Of course I didn't actually know if any of this was true, I was just inferring.

"Well, it all started when…"

Isabelle's POV

Where was Clary? No one took that long to go to the toilet and why she couldn't just use mine was beyond fathomable. Angel, this girl. She's probably just gone and escaped or something. Oh well, I'll just have to go look for-

"Isabelle! Isabelle! I just- I saw- Arthur, he- I- "

Well at least hta saves me the energy of looking for her. But now I've got to deal with her problems.

"Slow down, Clary. What did Arthur do? And more importantly, why were you with him and not wherever you said you were going?"

"I don't know, I mean it can't be true, but I know what I saw Isabelle, and he…"

I honestly don't know what I would prefer. Probably not this.

"Isabelle! Are you even listening to me?" Nope.

" 'Course I am! So what did Arthur do exactly?"

Clary fixed me with one last suspicious glance before finally carrying on. "He… I… Well, it all started when I escaped- I mean, left to go the bathroom and I saw him going into his office and I really wanted to talk to him about something so I followed him, but when I opened the door, he- I mean, he just vanished! I could swear he was there for a split second, but then he wasn't!"

"Clary, I don't think- "

"Well I do! Look, Isabelle, I know what I saw, okay?"

"Okay! So… what do you want to do about it?" Please don't let it be a stupid plan, please don't let it be a stupid plan, please don't let it be a…

"I think we should hide and wait for him in his study and interrogate him! Or we could catch him like, transporting himself or something and then he'll have to tell us… or wait, if he's not really himself, he could possibly attack us, so… we'll just have to bring weapons or something just in case!"

Stupid plan.

"Clary, that's- "

"Yeah, stupid, I know, but what else do you want to do? We can't just wait and do nothing!"

"The most we can do is wait till the Consul and the Inquisitor come out and tell them."

She looked at me as if I was crazy.

"Look, I know our 'government' hasn't exactly been exemplary, but if we can trust anyone we can trust Jia Penhallow." Not sure about Robert though.

"Fine. Where are they now anyway? Come out of where?"

Didn't she know? "They're interrogating Sebastian." The name tasted foul in my mouth. The bastard has killed my brother.

The shock that came onto her face was almost laughable. "What? Are they going to hurt him?"

I desperately wanted to say yes, that they'd hurt him as much as he had hurt us, but seeing the look of concern on Clary's face I realised how much she actually cared for her brother.

"I… I don't know." Probably.

"I'm going down there."

With that, she was gone, flying through the door and no doubt heading downstairs.

Damn it! I got up and followed after her. Seriously, this girl is just looking to get herself killed.

Hannah's POV

Jonnie really needed to learn how to not piss people off. I could feel the Inquisitor's agitation at him.

"And so how many people have you killed since you came back?" Whoa.

"Robert!"

"Well, none sir." I could just imagine the smug smile on Jonnie's face (well I couldn't really but you know)

"Oh? And how many people are going to be disappointed when they realise that dearest Sebastian Morgenstern is never going to change? That you're still a cold-hearted murderer no matter what you say or do. Do you really think people are going to believe you did all that under the influence of demon blood and the demon blood is all gone now? No one will ever forgive you and no one will ever forget the things you've- "

"That is enough, Robert!"

In an instant, Robert Lightwood seemed to have snapped out of it.

"My… my apologies Madam Consul."

"We will talk about this later. For now, though… we will continue. So…"

Suddenly I felt it. Footsteps. Seemingly dainty feet, but stampeding down the stairs and then more footsteps, chasing after the first set. These were more graceful, however and with them a voice carried out. "Clary, are you crazy? Stop a minute."

I quickly turned back to my listening spell. The interrogation was carrying on, which meant the Consul either hadn't heard it, or was ignoring it.

The footsteps had stopped, which meant that Isabelle had finally caught up to Clary.

"I… they might be hurting him!" Well, at least she was clever enough to whisper.

"Yeah, but there's nothing you can do about it! If you charge in now, you'll lose both their trust and they won't bother hearing about your stories about Arthur!"

Silence. What stories? Had she seen something? She couldn't have. But what if she did? Oh chocolate chip biscuits what was I going to do? I let the listening spell slip. This was way too much magic for one day. Holding up the defences on the door, keeping up the disguise and all the other tiny spells I had done were draining, and I focused as hard as I could to block any entrance whatsoever to the room. Easier all then particular people.

"I… I don't care! Arthur can wait and… I'm going in there okay?!" With that the footsteps started again and suddenly I knew what was going to happen. Jesus, was this girl stupid or something?

I felt her ram into the door and thanked whoever lives up there that my magic had made sure that the door hadn't even shaken. I was improving. On to more pressing matters!

My magic might be strong enough, but her body definitely wasn't! And I knew that it would start getting angry if challenged. Yes, my magic basically has a mind of its own, all magic does! Just depends how much you can tame yours (or befriend it, as you probably would be taught in Elemental School). Anyway!

I could feel it sparking already. I guess there was no other way. I sighed and steeled myself.

Walking out of the room I was in, I knew Clary hadn't noticed me because she was just continuously banging on the door, but Isabelle definitely had.

"Are you crazy? Stop it!"

Clary turned around and gaped at me, and then quickly remembered who I was, or who I was pretending to be at least, and rounded on me!

"Look Arthur, or whoever you are! I know you're up to something, and I'm going to find out! Now let me in this door!"

She was full-on shrieking now, pounding on the door. That definitely got the attention of the people inside the room. Because I felt them attempt to pull the door open, one of them anyway, and the unmistakable sound of Jonnie's voice in its smuggest of tones, "Do you have a problem there, Inquisitor?"

The magic was really lashing out now, sparking and struggling. Come on, Hannah you can do it! Concentrate, control it! Control it! But already I could feel it snaking out of my grasp.

Closing my eyes and focusing all my mind on it, I reached invisible arms towards the glowing green ball, the heart of my magic, my Element, and constricted it. It writhed in my grip and I sent out more snake-like ropes to control it. My head pounded and my heart palpitated in my chest as I tried to keep my Element under my command.

And then it was calm. My Element recoiled itself and stopped spitting and snarling, and I let the magic charm on the door out. I was so tired.

I felt the Consul and the Inquisitor come out of the room and knew that it was over.

"What is the meaning of this? Who are you?"

I felt everyone turn and I realised with a shock of horror: they were looking at me.

And that's when I knew why. I had let all the magic spells that I had been casting go. The one on the door, and my disguise.

I was Hannah again.

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